Look at me, pretending I'm a druid.
And now I've planted a tree. Oh, joy.Of course, did that Tauren druid bitch back at Sun Rock Retreat thank me for planting her treess? Give me a hug? Tell me what a sspecial walking abomination in the eyes of nature I am? Fix me a bowl of granola? Of course not. Sshe offered me a choice of priest boots or warrior gloves, then told me to take my foul rotting corpse out of her sight.
That'ss all right. The Shadow will embrace her soon enough.